Zoë Calamity: The last word in little girls.

Zoe has been saying her own nightly prayers for a while now, but after reading a book during Sacrament Meeting about Choosing the Right, she’s been extra dilligent about saying her “own prays”. Tonight I reminded her that the book included a family saying a family prayer in addition to the little girl saying her own prayer, and she decided we should say a family prayer.

So Bruce and I went into her room (Audrey was asleep already) and we all knelt down and I asked her who should say the family prayer. She proclaimed that she would say it, and I fully expected to hear her nightly prayer, which I expected she would then say again for her “own” prayer.

Instead, this is what we heard, as B and I listened in partial shock, partial dying of adorableness:

“Heavenly Fathen, thank you for this day, blessing I can be too-geger (together) with my family, blessing we can sleep well, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”

And no, that’s not a typo, she pronounces it “Fathen”.

Too awesome? Too awesome.

And just for the record, this is her nightly prayer:
“Heavenly Fathen, thank you for this day, blessing I can sleep well and Tiny too, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”

Here’s a little snapshot- or 15- of what Z is up to these days.

She’s turning 3 in 75 days. Doesn’t she look grown up?

Her hair is crazy long and goes really funny curly when it’s been up in puff balls:

She loves going to Starbucks. Her regular order is a vanilla scone and chocolate milk, but she’ll go with a croissant too.

She still enjoys playing in the baby pool, but is wary of the big pool. Swimming lessons ahead. (editor’s note: she knows how to swim, she just forgot about it over the winter -the daddy)

She loves the play ground:

More to come later.